Kanda finds himself stuck somewhere between the urge to either roll his eyes at the exaggeration or pull his insufferable partner under the blanket with him.
He doubts either of them would have reason to be cold, then. Because how many times has he awakened in the middle of the night with a careless arm or leg slung over him, the weight of his partner's body heavy against his side, threatening a control already worn down to threads?
It was dangerous to become accustomed to such moment, because they're still ones that Lavi isn't fully cognizant of - this constant reaching for him when the other man is unconscious - but it's a danger Kanda not just accepts, but relishes.
So when the bastard actually shifts even closer, barely any real space between them once again and Lavi's breath teasing over flesh to torment, Kanda just.
Slips.
The low rumble of murmured words falls from his lips before his teeth can cage them, linger like an invitation or a dare between them, there to challenge a faulty memory.]
I dunno what's worse - that you'd think you'd be cold when you sleep on me or that damn joke.
[Reaching up, he absently cards messy bangs back from the other man's face, nails scraping lightly across his scalp before his mind finally catches up to the danger of his actions. Blinking, he snorts a laugh at himself, an attempt to tamp down the frustration at having to force himself back once more, and flicks the other man's forehead softly.]
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Kanda finds himself stuck somewhere between the urge to either roll his eyes at the exaggeration or pull his insufferable partner under the blanket with him.
He doubts either of them would have reason to be cold, then. Because how many times has he awakened in the middle of the night with a careless arm or leg slung over him, the weight of his partner's body heavy against his side, threatening a control already worn down to threads?
It was dangerous to become accustomed to such moment, because they're still ones that Lavi isn't fully cognizant of - this constant reaching for him when the other man is unconscious - but it's a danger Kanda not just accepts, but relishes.
So when the bastard actually shifts even closer, barely any real space between them once again and Lavi's breath teasing over flesh to torment, Kanda just.
Slips.
The low rumble of murmured words falls from his lips before his teeth can cage them, linger like an invitation or a dare between them, there to challenge a faulty memory.]
I dunno what's worse - that you'd think you'd be cold when you sleep on me or that damn joke.
[Reaching up, he absently cards messy bangs back from the other man's face, nails scraping lightly across his scalp before his mind finally catches up to the danger of his actions. Blinking, he snorts a laugh at himself, an attempt to tamp down the frustration at having to force himself back once more, and flicks the other man's forehead softly.]
Idiot rabbit definitely fits you more.